Sunday, December 2, 2012

"Why are you weeping, Mary, dear soul?""Why shed those tears like you're broken in two?"Desperate, your life has spun out of controlAs angels in white pose this question to you."Why do you weep, Woman?" said the man there."Whom do you seek? Who's been taken away?"My Lord and my God, Who is nothing but FairOh, where have you laid Him, please tell me I pray!Mary stood weeping outside of the tomb.The angels like lightning were whiter than snow-They said,"He has risen! He's not in this room-See where He lay then tell others you know."Mary stood weeping, but there was no reason!She was not aware what was settled that day.Jesus had suffered for only a season,His death on the cross was the triumphant way.Our lives, like the weather, feel sunshine and showers, Then lightning and earthquakes shake us to the core.When evil befalls us, we long for the flowers -Weeping, our hearts to the Lord we outpour."Mary." The Lord said her name. She stopped weeping.She clung to him, marveling, and then she just knew!There's no need to question and be so discouraged-Fix your heart on the Gardener; HIS Word's always true.All things are invariably changing, I'm toldA Christian is seldom a long time at easeLife's as fickle as weather, and I'm getting oldAnd I figure I can now live life as I please.When life sends its snags I am tempted to cry out And fall to the depths of despair as I weep;But Jesus has never forsaken, nor left meAnd He always has a great promise to keep.There's no need for weeping or sadness or sorrow!My Lord's on the throne, in the midst of my pain;I know that all joy will be coming tomorrowI've nothing to fear, only heaven to gain.